About

I’m a 20-something Romanian high-school drop-out. The good thing about that is that I get to spend the best hours of the day writing and reading: books, almost-poems, articles, blogs.

Not for wealth, fame, or immortality. But as a way of life.

Who I Was

I was a golden-haired child once. I used to play quietly on my own instead of going out to play with kids my age. The world has always frightened me; people especially.

Judging from my grades, I was set to become an airplane engineer or something lofty like that. But then adolescence got in the way. My father died; I lived away from my mother for a time; I lost interest in school; I took to video-gaming; romantic woes kept piling up.

I became extremely withdrawn and began visiting rooftops, from where I contemplated the shapes of clouds above the uncertain horizon.

And then I stumbled upon some English books. I discovered the simple joy of reading and taught myself English so I could rewrite my life any way I pleased.

In writing, I found an excuse to continue my existence on this agreeable planet.

Who I Am

Now I can spell out floccinaucinihilipilification without a spellchecker.

But the most important thing you should know about me is
that…

At some point, I stopped trying to fit into the world and made friends with myself.

That’s how I became a writer.

A Few Facts About Me

I have a digital drawer full of manuscripts nobody has every read

I hope my work will be discovered posthumously, though I may publish one or two books during my life

Part-time freelance writer and vegetarian

Short, frail, pale, shy, and usually polite, but sometimes mercurial and fierce

596 thoughts on “About”

If we’d sit in I’d bring the peach tea and you the biscuits. We’d exchange hats, so that I wear yours and you wear mine.

Then we’ll write a love story, 200 pages long, divided into two parts of equal length (100 pages each). Both parts cover the same events, telling the same story, but from different perspectives: the first tells it from the girl’s, and you write that; the second tells it from the boy’s and I write that.

After we’re done we swap back the hats, publish the book, become immortals, and go about our business.

Yes I was. I’d say the first chapter is my favorite piece of literature ever.

Be warned: Once you read it you might feel, just like I did, that all the books you’ve read before it were insignificant, and that might not be necessarily good. It’s because of the style. There are no transitions like in most novels, just raw energy.

Thanks, but I don’t know about my English… I’m still not sure how many Ss there are in possess (did I get it right?). You English-speaking people have the inconvenient custom of using more letters in your words than is sensible.

Most people, whose first language is English, don’t know how to spell a lot of words. I always spell “license” wrong. Always. I even spelled the word “misspelled” wrong yesterday. You are right … too many letters. Anyway, your grasp of the language is really good. Most people can’t write as well as you can. This almost makes me suspicious of your true origin. 😉
Your secret is safe with me.

I just wanted to thank you for following my blog. Oh! And tell you that I absolutely LOVE yours; your style, imagery–everything. It’s fascinating. Your English is very good, by the way.
I’m so excited to have you following me and my constant silly blog updates. 🙂 (And I didn’t know exactly where to put it, so I figured, hey, why not here.)

I read that, and I have to thank you for feeding my constant spider-suspicions. I’m already convinced I have a nest of poisonous spider families living inside of me! But, if you must know, I don’t kill the spiders, for I am frozen with fear. Others kill them for me. Or will save them, if they want to. They are at the mercy of my family.

I was once a sit-inside hat man, myself, and claimed an affinity for Montaigne essays. At times, I thought I was the only one.

That is not me anymore. I was told that I would make no money, that I would have no friends, and that I would end up old, alone, lonely if I gave the best of myself to the most revered minds in Western thought rather than the basic minds of modernity. I listened.

I learned to love, even worship, my own body and those of others, while doing things that would make me forget about their minds — about my own mind. I loathed this compromise, at first, but learned to accept it and eventually bask in it when the distractions became abundant and accessible.

People mean well, I think, and some have genuine hearts. I visit their blogs, interact with them, and feel good about doing so. This blog struck me in ways that others don’t.

Some people won’t understand you. Most won’t appreciate you. Even fewer will relate to you.

That said, immortality and posthumous reverence is better than sixty years of socializing and misguided ambitions.

Wear your hat proudly, sir. I look forward to seeing what you come up with.

I’ve always been withdrawn, so for me the reclusive life is a natural development of childhood and teenage habits. It’s the way I am, rather than something I’m trying to become. It took me some time to figure that, but I eventually did.

As for the Nobel, if they’ll ever give it to me, I’ll politely refuse.

Kierkegaard also had nicer hair than genetics or scientific engineering will ever allow me.

Being withdrawn is a good thing, too, for some. Those some are the ones who do so early enough that it won’t drive them mad.

I think others are meant to spent their time within, observing, processing, nourishing their intellects while the aggressively outward livers appear to reap life’s rewards. Far too many think they have something to say because their mouth can moves and they can make sounds, and thus they speak foolishly.

Hi. I love the 50-word-story-a-day idea. You are a much better writer than I am, and I rarely read fiction, but your stories keep me reading the next. From reading your about page you sound strangely like myself; I spend all the time indoors drawing, painting or thinking up new ideas. And I occasionally wear a tricorne hat! Anyhow, thank you so much for liking my website and good luck in fufilling your dreams! : )

I have thought, I’ll never find the one because fickle women will always go for a body and money before they discover a mind.
I have read much literature and undiscovered authors and authors long forgotten by the masses yearning to know what they could know if they didn’t forget the authors they forgot.
I have been sickened and disheartened by the popular desires and pleasures of simple minds and bodies of people both easily led and easily misled.
I have lived in caves in my heart and climbed mountains to reach the unreachable sun.
But never was I able to wear a hat like yours. I tried a few times, in college, but it never sat right. I was afraid of my own hat.
I wear a beat-up old baseball cap now. It’s frayed around the edges and has a hole on top of it, and it probably stinks of an odor I no longer notice.
A hat is a hat, though.
Don’t let a hat go to your head.
Let your head go to your hat?
I don’t know where I was going with that.
As much as you love the classics, here you are, blogging, reconciling the old and the new in a time of decaying attention spans. There is much to be said for those who can write a thousand words of beauty and for those who can condense them into fifty word stories.
I am glad for one who is here, reminding people of what they are missing, of what they have forgotten, of what they don’t think they have the time for anymore.
Keep writing, young old man. You make me wish I dropped out of school, like I always wanted to.

I meant to say, There is much to be said for those who can write a thousand PAGES of beauty as well as for those who can condense them into fifty word stories.
I had a professor who was a recluse and wrote of exiles and of poets who hid in caves and whose words were discovered on rocks while they, themselves, were barely known during their time. He told me that a great writer is someone whose book you can pick up and read one sentence, anywhere in the entire book, and know the whole work by that one sentence.
He was a great teacher, not the best writer.
He also said all the teaching in the world wasn’t worth what a person can simply teach themselves by reading, reading, reading.
Keep reading, keep writing.
Nobel be damned, the prize is for their eyes, not for the writer’s heart.

It took me a long time to find a hat that fits my head. In the process, while I was hatless, I like to think I have learned modesty. Of course, I am only deceiving myself.

There is much that I can write about your comments. I like them. They ring true. But it’s late here and the top of my head is sweaty under my hat, and the eerie whispers trapped beneath my pillow are calling me.

Thank you for liking one of my posts and make me end up here 🙂 your blog makes me smile, I’m a literature student so I love what you’re doing and I absolutely adore one hundred years of solitude but I’ve only ever read it in my native tongue but now you kind of inspired me to read it in English. You have an amazing talent for language, a natural ease so to say, do you know that? It’s a real gift so I hope you’ll cherish it and share it with others as much as you can!

Whoa, I find you’re really an awesome person. Unfortunately I don’t really like hats. 🙂
And…three years in learning English, but I think your English is flawless. ‘Kay, if I’m wrong, just assume I didn’t pay enough to details.

I’d like to say I like hats but my noggin’ is too large. I like scarves though so perhaps that can be seen as my ‘hat’. I have an innocent suspicion that you may not be who you describe; however, if you are you are beautifully unique and if you’ve made Vincent Mars up in your imagination, you are also beautifully unique. It’s a win-win really.

Nice to meet you Vincent. I hope your evening is a starry, starry, night. 🙂

I’m not wearing a hat when I write, perhaps I should – my slippers and a steaming cup of tea are my usual writing companions. Greatly enjoyed reading your About page. Thanks for stopping by my blog and liking it.

Mountains and hats make the man..there is also Occitan, a near extinct Romance language that shares some lexicon with yours, and Arpitan, that didn’t, as well as a few others here and there.
You will notice that I actually have 2 hats..though its not noticeable…

Hmmm. You are strange, do you know that? But awesome! ahaha. We have a few things in common: “I do not watch TV” and “I rarely go out in the daylight unless I absolutely have to – I don’t feel comfortable in open spaces. I go out for long walks after nightfall when the streets are quiet.” and maybe I am strange too. BTW, can I borrow your hat sometimes? I am thinking perhaps that thing makes you smart. Because you are smart! 🙂

Thanks for the likes on my illustration. You are a very good writer the-hat-boy. Your words are very neat and beautifully craft. I have a dream to be a writer in my school days, but my word aren’t good enough . So i rather be a wordless writer instead.

Actually, in my view, you’re a high school drop-in … and a university drop-in, and I dare to say post graduate drop-in… You just happen to follow your own program. You mastered English like this in three short years? Incredible. Obviously you have a brilliant mind and your very humble persona creates pure magic.

you know whats queer, i never thought that was a photo of you. I thought it was a painting! It looks so marvelously like a vemeer protrait! 🙂 hmm, nowcI have suspicions of you being from a different century and already immortal! -Ali (i like that. I almost made it my nom de plume)

Wow Dawn! You had the same idea at about the same time! Amazing!
Anyhow, Vincent. I’ve nominated you for the One Lovely Blog Award! 🙂
If you want information on the rules, see my awards page. It’s yours to claim if you so wish.

Thank you for stopping by and enjoying my art. I keep laughing and enjoy reading your work it is good… you don’t have to be worried walking in daylight… you can walk any time even under spot lights, as you are a star!

you credit everything to your hat. now my mind wonders to the hat instead. reading everything you wrote, from the about page, to your blogs, down to your replies, i suddenly feel im losing my dream. but one came true, when you liked poem! 🙂

Greetings Vincent Mars! Thank you for visiting Oceantics and liking my newest poem. I shall enjoy reading your work. You have tremendous talent and a ferocious wit, the best kind! Sending you best wishes from Canada…

You have an interesting style. I wear a similar hat, especially when it’s cold or raining. Sometimes it even keeps the sun out of my eyes. I’m old enough to wear what I like! The sun is shining in England today, but there is a cold north wind from the Arctic. It’s a good day for wearing a hat! 🙂

You got me with “the eerie whispers trapped beneath my pillow are calling me”–graphic description for those who dream constantly. And I agree, a little mystery is good, as in most cases, an imaginative, but relatively normal, slightly mundane soul resides under each cloak of obscurantism (present company excluded?).

“I’m a 21-year-old highschool dropout from Romania writing a story in English not for money, but for immortality. I wear a hat.”
— this is most excellent; i, too, wear a hat.
you must send me things (books, letters, poems, photographs and Romanian paintings) to my email: ruanetimothy430@gmail.com.
Yours is the highest talent I have ever seen on WordPress.
Good day and Good days …
Tm Ruane

Your blog is uniquely insightful and, I can only believe, exceedingly honest. Your posts have inspired me and provoked new trains of thought. And your popularity attests to your intellectual clarity and emotional relevancy. However, I need to ask you something.

Why does it seem you were born to suffer?

Perhaps you have the blood of Tolstoy or others who have been, by their own genius, sentenced to a life of suffering. All the same, I feel compelled to tell you–live, not as the shadow of a man but as a man of flesh and blood and desires and vigor that goes out during the light of day to engage with the present reality.

Just as you create alternative realities for your stories, you can shape your own reality. In this reality you will find the truths that make your heart race and arms go limp, the truths that set you free, not in a conjured world of fake people and fake emotions, but in a world of unending visceral beauty.

Here is one truth: there is no authority high enough to make you hate your own body other than yourself. You have been taught by others, or perhaps more directly you have taught yourself, to loath that which many call the temple of your being. Unteach yourself. You are no doubt smart enough to do so.

I do not discredit the immortality that you seek. Immortality is true in the minds romantic enough to believe it, but it is not a substitute for, nor is it mutually exclusive of, the feeling that unites all humankind and, in its purest form, inspires all that is good: happiness.

Of course keep on writing. I am sure you will attain some degree of immortality. Do not try to be somebody you are not. But, in the relatively short time you have on this earth, be. Be truly. Be in the reality you make for yourself and do not escape to an artificial one. Escape is for cowards and convicts. You are neither.

I agree with everybody’s positive comments, but I will not go along with this narrative of self-body loathing and writing to escape. You say writing is a struggle to get the best out of yourself. Doesn’t that mean confronting–not escaping–that which makes you uncomfortable in the name of personal development?

You should read Zorba the Greek.

They think of me as a scholar, an intellectual, a pen-pusher.
And I am none of them.
When I write, my fingers
get covered not in ink, but in blood.
I think I am nothing more than this:
an undaunted soul.
– Kazantzakis

Romania is full of blood sucking night prowlers – hope you are not one of them. Being in Eastern Europe you are living in the shadow and light of some of the greatest story writers the world has known. Will be watching your space.

Wow -you tell a very interesting story.It is not obvious in your writing English is a second language,your grammar is better than many I know for whom English is their only language. Best wishes to you in your endeavors.
-Bri

Hi Vincent. Thanks for visiting my blog today and clicking on the Like button to my most recent post. Also, thanks for deciding to follow my blog. Your blog is wonderfully creative and interesting, therefore I have started following it today. Keep up the good work you’re doing here. I hope to hear from you again soon. Cheers!

Hi — I’m entranced with your blog and your writing! Did I see in the comments that you are from Romania? My grandparents came to the US around 1900 from Romania and I still have relatives in the Transylvania area. Thanks for stopping by and liking my blog…I’m only on Day 2 of the whole year, so we’ll see how it goes!

Hello boy with hat. My son had a hat very like yours. It used to belong to Pete Doherty. I don’t know where the hat is now. If I did, I’d send it to you. I like your blog very much – you remind me a little of him. Keep the faith, hat boy xx

Wow. I’m regularly surprised at how the thoughts that overflow from my heart electronically reach eyes thousands of miles away… thank you for connecting with me and introducing me to your thoughts. How did you find http://morningdevotion.wordpress.com/ in the teeming mass of blogdom?

Hi Vincent – thank you for liking my photo blog. Your English is perfect and you have something of a towering intellect /humour that maybe I don’t fully understand as you seem a rather sad soul. I mean no offence in any way as sad souls can often help and identify with others. God bless you Eileen

please don’t send me nothin, ah, it would seem that I keep running into people who are 40 younger than me chronologically, but who I understand and revel in better than the old farts I’m involved with.
And, it’s ok. I suddenly realized just the other night in bed w/my wife how bumb’d out I was that I am 65, lucky to be sure, with her, lucky 3 times a week which ain’t bad for a 65 year old guy. But my HEY days was the 60’s, that be as in 19, and now that the world is dying, I’m crying not incompletely cause I’ve found some cat in a hat who ain’t Mr. Suess but is just as interesting.

You may think the iPod is better than the tooth brush but I 4 1 love spell check.

Hats are a fabulous means of changing ones identity at will. Keep the momentum. Thanks for stopping by my blog. You portray a wry sense of humour for someone whose first language isn’t English. Love that.

Your hat is in competition with you. Going by the comments below, Im wondering how many likes here are for your hat! ;D. Great blog. Glad to have stumbled here. Just curious -how many hats do you wear?

Hi, Thanks for visiting my blog. Ive read your blog just quickly and love yours. Which country are you from ? I really love eastern europe culture ! 😉 Ive read “sophie’s world” when I was 13 years old. It was one of my fav although the books has gone.. 😦

You’r very smart vincent & funny.You have created an interesting blog, if all you say is true,not made-up (no offence), then i’d say you’r are intriguing. Tell me, if we were to meet in person would you turn out to be the same sort of person as here? Or Is it that blogs help you open up more than in actual life?

you say that you only come out at night? does that make you a vampire? I see in your recent post about monsters that you call Dracula your compatriot! mmmm….
Another question: do you have a variety of hats? if so do you change them according to your mood? If not and you only have one hat, what makes that hat so special?

Your writing style is beautiful! As someone who’s dabbled in the art of writing most of my life but is usually too terrified to share what’s come out of my putting pen-to-paper, I applaud you for creating this blog and sharing with us. Keep it up!

Vincent, thanks for the follow! I’m intrigued by the style of your site, especially the 50 stories of 50 words. I admire how you’ve written a book on it. One of my dreams is to write a book, and it’s a goal that seems blocked by a few hurdles. Still working on it! I look forward to reading more of your work 🙂

Hats – I have a collection. It began when I decided to have HAT NIGHTS and HAT DINNERS. I invite friends to dinner and everyone must wear a hat. I have my collection so they can choose something if they didn’t come prepared. My favorite hat is the monkey hat.

Vincent, thanks for checking out my blog. I am impressed by how well a young Romanian man can write (and think?) in English. Are you a genius perhaps? They are normally withdrawn, and reclusive. I am less enamoured of hats, as they do not suit me at all. I have one, a Russian sable hat, bought in Kiev, for warmth, not style, in 1977. At least you are not pictured in the hated baseball cap; surely the most pointless piece of head wear ever invented? Good luck to you with your writing, and your life. Pete, England.

It is not for me to like or not like your “About” page, however I am concerned about you health wise. Concerned particularly about vitamin D deficiency which leads to all sorts of health/lack of health issues including depression… Take a chance and step out into the sunshine. Marvel at its touch, the way it permeates down to the bone warming, filling you body and soul.

Haha. You man is insanely genius! I’m more of a housedude so i definitely know a bit of what you feel. I guess it would be great if I join you and Coco for a wear-a-hat indoor writing session. I’ll bring popcorn and ice cream. That would be great! 😀 …by the way, you are so awesome so I’ll follow you know!

Though I’ve never been a big fan of hats (doesn’t fit my head shape..)
i ❤ your blog…
Sounds like you have an interesting and unique way of seeing the world, I’ve always been a bit jealous of people like you.

Thanks for your “like” Boy with Hat. I haven’t read 100 Years of Solitude but heard that it was very good and I plan on reading it one day soon. I feel the same way about W. Sommerset Maugham and Truman Capote. They are both beautiful writers. I also almost always wear a hat; it is an accessory that I never leave the house without.

I love your writing style and how much of your writing you post, especially the short stories. You’re quirky, creative and there is an element of surprise when I’m reading. Makes me come back to read more all the time. Keep it up!

You are heaps interesting, you have taught yourself English beautifully, you have a sorrow I would love be eased until it dissipates, you have purpose, you are thoughtful – & because you don’t watch porn, I’d also have to say intelligent! 🙂

Gabriel García Márquez is one of my favorite writers. He has many good books. There is one in particular which is short, but outstanding: “Chronicle of a Death Foretold”. He tells you the end of the story in the first page, but half way through the book the tension is so high you begin to doubt and wish for an entirely different ending. That takes mastership! Also recommend “Love in the Time of Cholera” and “News of a Kidnapping”.

P.S.: and yes, you’re a strange little fellow which I adore following! 😀

Dear Vincent,
You have the courage to bare yourself and talk about both your weaknesses and strength which shows strength of character. It seems that you are torn between secularism and the spiritual path, and in this sense you are a very real person. You remind me of characters from Dostoyevsky who is my favourite author. I fully appreciate your honesty and quest for truth and purpose because I also at one stage thought about becoming a monk.
God bless you in every way brother.

I really love the way you write. There is a strength and frailty in it that’s so interesting to hear. One Hundred Years of Solitude is one of my favorite books but I have only read it twice. I will pull it out again this year for another read. -Divya

This is very interesting indeed. One Hundred Years of Solitude was my (much admired) English Literature teacher’s favourite book, so I gave it a go. Having only reached about a third of the way through before deciding there was much better literature out there, I gave up. Maybe I’ll give it another go after reading this…

hey vincent, loved going through your writing…its fascinating…queer albeit but lovely!
am glad to have stumbled upon your work. look forward to more!
oh, by the way, have been wanting to read One Hundred Years of Solitude, hopefully I do so soon.

My name is Jin and reading about your life-story has affected me so. Its good to see someone living and suffering for their Art, yet there is no greater pleasure in suffering for one’s art.

I am called the Vagabond Showman, an aspiring artist working under the mantle of The Magician. Just like you, I dropped out of education at the age of 17/18 to pursue my passion. Through it all, though progress was slow due to my own limitations, I have become a better man with a purpose in life. I am almost 23 now and still growing with my passion in Card Artistry. It’s heart warming to know there is someone still diligent out there perfecting his craft because his life depends on it.

Whatever happens man, keep writing. Only thing you’re lacking is confidence. During my journey of artistic growth, I have been surrounded by people whom I thought where comrades who share the same heart as I, and I have been inflicted with this illusion ever since i started (at the age of 16 – when I met my close friend who ventured in this Art with me). It took me a long time to understand that I was walking my own path of Excellence (like you) and those people that surrounded me were leeches of my creative soul. It took me a while to rebuild my confidence because I relied on them too much.

Yet for you, you are in the ripe condition to develop your own powerful, magnetic confidence because of your Art. Vincent my friend, you must step outside and let yourself be known. And the best place for this is Coffee places, sit there and write. Thats what I used to do when rehearsing and scripting my own shows. You gotta force yourself and soon miracles will happen before your eyes.

Hello there,
To be honest you have inspired me. I am impressed by the life that you are living. I have a question. And that is that what to do when you first dropout of high school? I mean how to find your way?
Thank you

You’re gifted, did you know that? With such an outstanding personality that many others can only dream of, I believe you can achieve really anything. (: Why don’t you move to Amsterdam? It would be amazing!

Vincent, I enjoy your blog and writing so much that I want to share it with people. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve nominated you for the “Very Inspiring Blogger” award. You can check it out at my blog, http://tkmorin.wordpress.com/awards/ :>

Thank you for Liking my poem post…..You are a wonderful writer and interesting person from the little shared of yourself on this site……Keep writing, exploring, sharing, aspiring, and discovering with all your Being….there is always much More to be awakened in us. Best wishes along your most unique Journey.

I would definitely like an invisible gift, though it would be amazing if it is an invisible box where I could store myself forever and ever.. I won’t mind an invisible hat even. 🙂
I feel good reading you. Your writing skills are simple and pleasant, appealing to me as a reader. I look forward to reading more of you.

Hi Vincent! Because I enjoy your posts so much, I wanted to give you an award. You can choose any (as many as you want) that you like. I want to spread the word about your blog, and this is a good way to do it, because it acknowledges your work, I get to say “Thanks”, and more people will see why I like your posts! To see the awards, just click your way to my Awards page at http://tkmorin.wordpress.com/awards/ . And congratulations!! 🙂

Hi there I have nominated you for the “A Ton of Awards”. Thanks for having such an enjoyable site to share with everyone. Please find the information on the below link if you choose to accept the award nomination.

You interest me in ways I don’t understand. In extreme light and dark. Not afraid to say that I have fallen completely in love. In love with you? Your words? Your thoughts? Or perhaps the fact that you exist. 🙂

Vincent, your bio alone tugs at my heartstrings. I assure you you have what it takes to be a great writer—soul. So live your dream, my friend! Continue writing from your soul, and I have no doubt you will find yourself in the canon of English literature, a writer of renown. =]

Daniel from theartfrog.wordpress.com send me flying into your arms.
He said my stories remind him of your short stories. And I instantly thought I’d make you my brother blogger.
O but now I don’t want you to become my brother blogger. You’re such a charming little boy i’d love to have you lying beside me in my bed while I discover what’s underneath your hat after slowly removing it.

Hi Vincent
You have a unique and enchanting voice. I hope you don’t mind that I have nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award. I guess it’s the only way I can say how much of a fan I am! Please see here for details: http://urbanosprey.wordpress.com/online-community
Also, please keep writing!

Certainly! I’m looking forward to reading more of your blog posts 🙂 Oh, and one more thing….I’m just curious….do really don’t have a tv or phone up till today? If so, do you watch tv shows online or do you usually spend your time reading books?

I must admit that I have procured a mobile phone for emergencies. But I use it once a month or so. I don’t have a TV and don’t watch TV shows. I watch films on my laptop occasionally. I listen to a lot of audiobooks. 🙂

Unique about page! I don’t usually comment on many other blogs but I just couldn’t let myself miss that one.
To some extent, I understand you. I’m Bulgarian (still living here), love writing, write in English, nearly 22, a deep and a bit strange person. Not that two people in this world can be compared to each other, but still the similarities were worth mentioning.
Never stop writing! And the only thing you need to work on, in my opinion, is going out more often in daylight. I myself love the comfort zone so much and it’s one of the things that are slowly killing me.
And another reason, a very important one, for you to go out, is that if you experience the beautiful morning, the amazing things you can see in daylight, the nature, you will want to write about it so bad. And it’s a bit egoistic to deprive people of your writer’s point of view regarding that. 🙂
Good luck on your way to immortality. I believe in you and in your work and will definitely look forward to your next posts and books.

You are amazing young man, Good Luck in your writing world. I have just met with you and with your blog. But you have already impressed me and I will be your new follower. Thank you for visiting my blog, and Thank you for sharing with us. Angels, muses and The Sun be with you always, love, nia

Wow I love your blog. The first I impression I got was that it belonged to an elderly and accomplished writer only to find you are 22years. I am extremely impressed by your writing and your honesty and you are funny too. I doff my hat off to you.

yours is my absolute favourite bio! you are right, it will do the world a lot of good if you become a published writer 🙂 smart, funny, cheeky and honest writing. I’m glad i found you on freshly pressed~

And, I’m a recluse as well. Not so much these days, but I think having spent more than a decade in my house with my curtains closed, tiptoeing across my floors, peeking out, and watching people walk away after refusing to answer the door shoes me in as a “lifer”. Getting my degree in Behavioral Sciences has helped tremendously though. I’m all better now. :0)

There’s nothing wrong with being eccentric, by the way. Welcome to the club. x

As soon as I happened to saw this pretty picture of you and your hat, I thought: Oh, isn´t this that famous writer, what was his name?
It is whispered among the people surrounding me, that I can fortell the future.
In this case that´s probably true…

You sound very intelligent, probably misunderstood, but you
understand more than most. You are probably very in tuned,
perceptive, and enjoy the simple things. I think it’s great
you taught yourself English…you walk to your own beat
and seem content in doing so….:)

I also wear a hat. I am Man with a Hat. You can see it on my blog. I too write on many things. However, I am not from Romania, nor is English a second language. I love words and creating all sorts of art. I enjoy being different too. I invite you and all your friends to come visit me. I can write on any subject that you suggest. Just suggest something and I just might write about it. To a new friend. Glad to be following you.

I like your blog and your writing style. I enjoyed the post “Are You a Writer?” It was very profound. Your English is really good, and your ability to write so well in it is amazing!! Do you write in Romanian also?

Hi Vincent,
I’m glad you liked my contribution to your Weekly Photo Challenge – Fifty 🙂 I loved to read about you and I find your blog very interesting, really look forward to following you! Please feel free to stop by and check out my other blog posts on http://stockholmserendipity.wordpress.com/
Cheers,
Aygul

I can tell that you have the hearth of a writer. You are already original with your hat in this medium, so I wish you to find as much originality and inspiration for your future writings as well. I am quite new in this world of blogging, but your blog caught my eyes already.
Good luck and keep up the good work!
P.S. It was interesting to read that you chose not to write in Romanian because the grammar is tricky. My choice was actually based on the audience I wanted to reach. But congratulations on your aptitudes!

Excellent writer, you are!
I can tell that the attic of your memory is already immortal and capable of never-ending stories. Listen—underneath your hat–eternity is whispering!
Oh and thank you. I have just unwrapped your invisible gift–it is something that I have never seen before! I didn’t know it, but now I think that I have always wanted this 🙂

This will be my second invisible gift, after the one I obtained by Following you. Thank you for your invisible generosity!

I discovered your blog through one of the Freshly Pressed emails I have kept unopened for over a year before consuming, aged like a bottle of fine spirit, or a rich fruitcake. Having read your musings on handwriting versus typing, I felt compelled to explore some of your other posts.

If I may say so, I adore your writing style. It is remarkable in its ability to be succinct without ever seeming simple. On every page a phrase or two will be so exquisite in their image or sound that I must reread them several times, and then utter them aloud, in order to extract every ounce of beauty from them. I seem to have semi-deliberately copied your style in this response. Well, imitation is said to be the sincerest form of flattery, after all…

I used to have a hat just like yours, but I’m sorry to say I misplaced it a number of years ago. When I find myself a new one we may tip our hats to one another!

Dear Vincent,
I discovered your writings only a little while ago, but I have been feeling the words you are expressing for a lifetime. You write beautifully, and with a hint of melancholy which I find all the more interesting. I am completely enamored with your works. Keep on expressing the truths that are inside of us all! 🙂

Your story is inspiring and admirable. If people got careers in things they’re passionate about, just as you are about English, the world would be a better place. I’m looking forward to reading more of your writing! 🙂

You have a numinous air about you. And you have a curious way with your words. I hope you publish your book some day. A story written by a mysterious 22 year old Romanian recluse would be a guaranteed goodread. 🙂

I absolutely adore your writing. I know your health is at the center of your heart these days, but I hope, like the writer Marcel Proust did under the stresses of ill health, too, you still find eloquent ways to write.

I agree, and I, perhaps understand. I have a blog (anonymously) that I write in (I do not have the bravery to outwardly publish them; I choose post-humously as too many people will sue me while alive)….but, yes…my health is always secretly on the edge, and yes, writing is the BEST thing for ill health. ; )

Quite the same as you…cells gone bad in the body. On the outside looking in, I look rather healthy. On the inside looking out, I know better.
Actually, we all have the same affliction…life is brief. Some of us are privy to know the length of that brevity, and most of us do not.

May I just say, I’m glad I “found” you. I love your writing and I wish you the very best to get through these somewhat difficult times. I do hope things will turn out just fine and will leave you with another experience that I’m sure you can turn into another beautiful piece of writing. After all that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it, to express the diversity of life.

I've suffered from major depression for years, and have somehow pulled myself through to the last year of an English lit undergrad. At this point, I'm utterly worn out and considering dropping out of school, moving across the world and completing a novel.

It's a terrifying notion, and I wholly admire your courage to pursue what you truly love. Stay gold, my dear.

(Incidentally, I've read Love in the Time of Cholera quite a few times. Does this make us book-mates in a sense?)

I’ve had a major spell of writer’s block for many months, but now I’ve figured out the things that were bugging me about my (still unfinished) book and am writing it, bit by bit, each day. 🙂
As I am an extremely slow writer, I’m only at about 10,000 words so far. I’m not too dissatisfied with this though; I think it may disrupt my writing style if I try to force a novelette into becoming a novel. Then again, it’s only an unfinished draft at the moment. 🙂

I want to fully explore the plot first and make sure that every little detail makes sense. Once that’s out of the way, although my book is primarily plot driven, I want my characters to seem realistic and will work on developing them much more.
I was wondering what advice you’d give when it comes to developing characters?

Vincent, you are really smart. It´s incredible that you learned English on your own and write so wonderfully. I’m over 50 and I’m still trying to “master” that language. Congrats! Looking forward to reading more of your posts.

Thank you. However, I don’t think linguistic ability should be confused with intelligence. And it’s easier to learn a second language when you are young, especially in our day and age. Hope to see you around here.

I am intrigued.
I don’t know if you will give me the time of day because I’m just a 19 year old, who literally just started her blog yesterday, but I would appreciate a chat. To explain myself, I have had my go with illness problems, and my outcome is a loss of an eye. How can you be so lenient on possibly having cancer and not doing anything about it? It’s like you’re drowning, but instead of swimming to the surface you sink. My father has cancer and it’s a bitch, I get it. But why would you want to (possibly) die so young?
-Allison Lee Snow
you can find me at http://www.allisonleesnow.wordpress.com 🙂
p.s I like your hat

🙂 Pleasure to know you and this blog of yours. Seriously I’ve only read a few posts as of yet but you write so beautifully I loved them all. Hoping to read more of your work.
P.S. I don’t like smartphones either high-five!

You will be rewarded with a long and meaningful life for your honesty. Incidentally, I’ve studied vocabulary since my childhood, even would take lists to my shipyard job to study at lunchtime, and now at sixty years of age still have an ordinary vocabulary at best, yet the best words always seem to find their way to the passage. I believe it’s a feeling, passion. Be well, my friend.

I have followed you for three years and only now do i stumble across the page about a boy with a hat. and I must say your English is so good even I (a fluent English speaker) don’t understand sometimes

Hi Vincent! I love the authenticity of your writings and the honesty that comes to it… Your number 6 fact cracked me up 😀 Your number 7 fact I will pray for 🙂 Hope to see more of your work in my Reader 😀

Hi there, Ibrahim. For many/most people education does work, and it really depends on what you want to work or do in life. I’d never advise anyone to drop out of school – those who do have to reach that conclusion themselves. 🙂

Just my opinion: not having a TV is the equivalent of several high school diplomas. Plus a B.A. or two. My son (PhD) shares your fondness for hats, but marriage and two sons have– alas!– forced him to allow a television into his home.But there still are plenty of books there, calling to those who listen. Thanks for visiting my blog.